Puppet on a String

Verrry clever! You have your opening line. You’re whatever kind of writer you believe you are, or may become. You’re tapping it all down across the screen before I’m gone. But is it really you doing this, Mister…Tapper?

‘Puppet on a string. Tap’tapping my wooden feet across the stage. ‘That one of yours, too?

Yesss! And nice touch of the mounting anger. It comes easier when you feel it, doesn’t it?

And if I tap…as I’m tapping…now…that she came, unbidden, the muse of my inspiration. No. Bad example…

That hurt, didn’t it? Clue’s in ‘expression of brain chemistry’. No way can you convincingly moan on about…muses – all that romantic-era, semi-erotic garbage that some folks do truly believe and you don’t. You’re a construct of when you are, all that you’ve ingested, and however you’re feeling about it all. Now. Shall we continue. You need a god ending…

Author guidance

We all have some kind of "imaginary" being of some kind or another running around our minds, and probably at least one. Tell us about that figment; it can be from a third-party narrator's POV, your perspective, or it can be told in the figment's own words (as my example is). Now, I'm not the only one with several characters, muses, and...

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